Chapter 25: Send Me An Angel

Comments: Oh, what fun. This chapter will be pushing the envelope just a bit because I think it's high time that Edward is faced with a horny Roy. It is, after all, Chapter 25.

Mood Song: Send Me An Angel by Zeromancer

I was awoken around midnight by Edward's feet crashing down on my face. The flesh foot hurt bad enough but I'm pretty sure the automail one realigned my jaw.

So, he kicks in his sleep. And apparently turns, as well. Why else would his feet be in my face when obviously I was still lying vertical?

Gently, I grasp his ankles and turn his body back to where his head is on the pillow. He mumbles something incoherent in his sleep and throws an arm over my stomach.

And.

Snuggles.

Up.

To.

Me.

My breathing stops for a moment and I can feel the blood rush from my face. Probably heading towards another destination.

Oh, wait. Yes, yes it has.

I'm caught between waking him and he yelling at me for what a dirty, old man I was for taking advantage of him while he was asleep. Or having him wake the next morning in the same position and be even more upset. Either way, violence on his part was sure to play its hand.

But I'm really, really uncomfortable. What with his arm pinning both of mine to my sides and the steadily growing erection due to his warm breath against my shoulder.

Ever so gently, I nudge him with my hip. And guess what this little shit, this little demon summoned straight from my own personal hell, does next.

You'll never guess so don't hurt yourself trying.

Edward, in one quick fluid motion, rolls on top of myself. And stays.

We are quite literally in a compromising position. And whatever god there was, because I was severely starting to doubt his existence, was probably off somewhere laughing his ass off.

Take a wild stab at who blearily blinks their eyes open. A little hint: It's not me, mine are as wide as dinner plates.

Edward emits a little half-squeak and tries to slide off but ends up brushing roughly against a very sensitive part of my anatomy. Oh, for the love of Pete!

"Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward," I chant in some sort of mantra, my voice hitting an unusually high-pitched note.

Now his eyes are matching mine in size but at least he's stopped moving. Thank god. Not that I believe there is one, still kind of pissed for this whole predicament in the first place.

"Roy…" he whispers, his voice frightened and confused.

"Please don't speak."

Him talking would blow my self-control right out of the water and the last thing I needed at the moment was a court martial for dishonorable conduct. In English, that means getting caught doing the nasty with a teenage kid.

Though, if he were compliant, we wouldn't get into too much trouble. I shake my head, all this thinking was not helping my erection in the least little bit.

"Roy, what is that?" he asks quietly.

"What is what?" I knew damn well what it was so I have no clue why I was playing dumb.

"That pressed against my thigh…is that…my god…it is!" he yells, shifting his body in an attempt to get away from me.

I lost all common sense in the heated brushing of our thighs. In one quick motion, I flipped him over, covering his body with mine, watchful for his still injured ribs. His eyes were wide and startled.

"Please Roy, get off, I'm scared."

The last statement hit me in the face like a bucket of icy water. What the hell was I doing? I was practically letting my other head do all the thinking for me. Pun so intended.

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" What a stupid, pointless question. It was obvious that I was. But, to my intense shock, he shakes his head slightly.

Supporting myself with my elbows, I stare into his eyes, our noses merely inches away from each other. "What are you scared of then?"

I wanted him so bad but lately it seemed that I was pressuring him into something he wasn't quite sure of himself. I needed to know where Edward stood on our relationship, if you could even call it that, and he needed to know now!

So without further thought, I closed the distance between our faces and pressed my lips to his.

Author's Note: Now we wait…